⠠⠮⠀⠠⠏⠜⠅⠬⠀⠠⠇⠕⠞
⠀⠀⠠⠊⠀⠁⠞⠑⠀⠙⠔⠝⠻⠀⠎⠇⠪⠇⠽⠀⠯⠀⠝⠪⠀⠺⠑⠀⠜⠑⠀⠇⠁⠞⠑⠲⠀⠠⠺⠑
⠍⠌⠀⠛⠑⠞⠀⠞⠕⠀⠮⠀⠍⠁⠇⠇⠲⠀⠠⠍⠕⠍⠀⠙⠗⠊⠧⠑⠎⠀⠮⠀⠉⠜⠲⠀⠠⠊
⠺⠁⠝⠞⠀⠞⠕⠀⠙⠗⠊⠧⠑⠀⠃⠀⠠⠊⠀⠁⠍⠀⠞⠕⠕⠀⠇⠇⠀⠞⠕⠀⠙⠗⠊⠧⠑⠀⠮
⠉⠜⠲⠀⠠⠮⠀⠏⠜⠅⠬⠀⠇⠕⠞⠀⠊⠎⠀⠎⠀⠧⠀⠋⠥⠇⠇⠲⠀⠠⠱⠁⠞⠀⠺⠀⠺⠑
⠙⠦⠀⠠⠍⠕⠍⠀⠇⠕⠕⠅⠎⠀⠿⠀⠁⠀⠎⠏⠕⠞⠲⠀⠠⠊⠀⠇⠕⠕⠅⠀⠿⠀⠁
⠎⠏⠕⠞⠲⠀⠠⠐⠮⠀⠍⠌⠀⠆⠀⠐⠕⠲
⠀⠀⠠⠊⠀⠎⠁⠽⠂⠀⠦⠠⠐⠮⠀⠊⠎⠀⠁⠀⠎⠏⠕⠞⠀⠕⠧⠻⠀⠐⠮⠖⠴
⠀⠀⠠⠺⠑⠀⠎⠑⠑⠀⠠⠙⠁⠙⠲⠀⠠⠓⠑⠀⠺⠁⠧⠑⠎⠀⠞⠕⠀⠥⠲⠀⠠⠺⠑⠀⠜⠑⠀⠝
⠞⠕⠕⠀⠇⠁⠞⠑⠲⠀⠠⠮⠀⠍⠕⠧⠊⠑⠀⠓⠁⠎⠀⠝⠀⠌⠜⠞⠫⠲
⠀⠀⠠⠙⠁⠙⠀⠎⠁⠽⠎⠂⠀⠦⠠⠉⠕⠍⠑⠀⠕⠝⠲⠀⠠⠽⠀⠙⠕⠝⠄⠞⠀⠺⠁⠝⠞⠀⠞⠕
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The Parking Lot
I ate dinner slowly and now we are late. We must get to the mall. Mom drives the car. I want to drive but I am too little to drive the car. The parking lot is so very full. What will we do? Mom looks for a spot. I look for a spot. There must be one.
I say, "There is a spot over there!"
We see Dad. He waves to us. We are not too late. The movie has not started.
Dad says, "Come on. You don't want to miss the show."
